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This definitely wasn't the evening he was expecting.
He had started off in his regular bar, nursing an ice cold beer with no intentions of even heading out before Mick snatched his arm, tugging him out of there with a smirk. His shoulders were slacked, swearing that he could feel the alcohol settling in the pit of his stomach as the other set him down on the passenger's side of the car and quickly sped out. The cool air made him feel alive. Well, as alive as a semi-drunk person could be at the time.
The rest of the night was carefree, until Mick had decided that he wanted to rob a convenience store. There were only two people in there, so Leonard allowed just this little robbery since it meant no harm.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Now, he found himself in an old barn, a young scrawny kid he had managed to make hostage hiding out with him till the heat died down. Eventually he would let him go, but Mick wanted to have a little more thrill with the chase and ran off in the direction of the police, gun in hand. It wouldn't take long till the Streak managed to arrive, so he bid his time and attempted to not do anything in front of the kid that would indicate that he was well indeed drunk. Not like the alcohol on his breath would blow his cover or anything.
"I would kill you, but there isn't much for me to gain from doing so. It's not like you would say anything, anyway,"
His voice drawled, the beginning of the sentence a bit slurred but nothing else. Honestly, if Leonard had to admit, the kid wasn't half bad. He had the hair, the face, eyes, and definitely a nerd complex that radiated off of him. It was kind of cute, but it wasn't the night to try to win over some guy for some fun. At this point, he more or less testing how drunk he really was.
"Hey, uh, are you drunk or something? I mean, I didn't mean to accuse you of drinking, though it sounds like you were, but, you know, it just seems so,"
The male rambled, a nervous twinge and uncomfortable tone making him more than interested. His hands were tied behind him, and there wasn't a chance the other was going to escape. He might as well start a conversation with the other, the two had the evening.
"Yes."
"..Yes?"
"Yes, I am drunk. But no, I was not planning on kidnapping you, so chill."
He could swear that the other smiled from the pun, a bit confused since his title as 'Captain Cold' hadn't officially had been broadcasted anywhere. Unless the kid worked with the scarlet speedster, which could be dangerous, but the kid seemed to be less then harmful. Leonard shrugged, a little too drunk to overthink things right now. He pulled a bale of hay that was in the corner, placing it in front of the other and plotting himself down comfortably.
"..So uh, when are you going to let me go?" The other asked, the sound of him moving his hands louder than he expected.
"In the morning. So, until I deem you trustworthy, you're going to have a nice nap sitting up. But enough details about that.. how about a name?"
Leonard quirked a small smile, disappearing almost as fast as it had slipped on his face. It had to have been the alcohol that made him do that, and totally not how cute the kid looked even when he practically had told him that the guy who kidnapped him was drunk. Nonetheless, the other beamed a smile at him and settled down on the chair. He guessed that the kid really didn't want to sleep on that chair.
"Barry," He paused. "Barry Allen."
"..Barry." His voice purred, hands folded across his lap and a cool smile slipping on his face.
"Uh, yeah, Barry." He could swear that the other flushed, but he couldn't tell from the dim lighting.
"Nice name, kid. I'm guessing you know mine? If not, I'm Leonard Snart. Nice to meet you, Barry."
A chilling silence drifted between the two, and he wished more than ever that he still had that beer in his hands in the bar. He just shrugged to himself, turning his attention back to the other as Barry jolted a bit from the sudden interest. Was this kid not used to getting kidnapped? Well, he didn't think that many people get kidnapped so, that's marked off the list.
"So," Barry pursed his lips. "Criminal right? Uh, what are you doing in Central?"
Leonard chuckled. "Well, something caused me to up my game so I decided to hang around for a little more. I'm sure that you've heard of him? The Streak?"
He watched as the other placed a look of awe on his features, not convinced that it was genuine but he took it anyway.
"You saw the Streak? Isn't he not real or something? How do you even know that it's a person?"
His hand gestured the other to calm down, resting his gloved hand against his thigh again and shrugging a bit for emphasis. It was a few times that he'd encountered the Streak, but it wasn't much in the end. The whole thing had happened a few days ago, and honestly he was still adapting with the whole 'super-powers' shtick. Of course, he was very good at that.
"Barry, Barry.. I'm practically a super-villain at this point. You can guess how this turns out."
The male gave a cheeky smile, flushed cheeks almost making him want to go over and kiss the lips off of him. Drunk thoughts, remember that. His body didn't allow that though, luckily, and he almost stumbled towards Barry and fell right onto the bale of hay once again. The timing he had was amazing, even in Captain Cold standards.
His eyes drifted towards Barry again after a small moment of trying to not casually pass out during a nice moment. He could see that the other was getting twitchy from sitting in the chair for a few hours, Leonard raising an eyebrow. Of course, he decided to stand up, actually doing it this time, and got on one knee. Usually he wouldn't do this, but for now he just wanted to for the hell of it. The criminal cut the ropes on the others wrists, letting it drop to the floor as he lifted himself from the barn floor.
".. Thanks." Barry quietly stood, his expression shrouded in confusion and curiosity as he rubbed his wrists.
Leonard gave a smirk, covering the wide smile that he wanted to shine at the other. The kid practically beamed at him, so he took it that he was smiling for the both of them. He moved towards the barn doors, checking them lightly then turning backing to the other. Police sirens were heard from the city, Mick most likely running by now or the heat frantically looking for the kid.
"So, any wise ideas of how we could sleep?"
Barry pursed his lips, running over to a pile of clean hay that was clumped together and grabbing a few of the folded towels which were on a shelf near it. He quickly unfolded the towels, laying them out so it covered the hay, resembling a very cheap air mattress.
"Does that look alright? It's not the best but, you know,"
Leonard couldn't help but notice how stiff the kid still seemed to be around him. Sure, he kidnapped him and all, but it was like something was digging under his skin just by his presence. Of course, he didn't linger on it as much, shrugging and slipping a smirk towards the kid.
"Perfect, Barry,"
It was far from that, but why not encourage him? The smile just radiated off of the other, the criminal taking a few steps and slowly laying down on the left side, the hay acting like a small cushion against the cold floor. His gun rattled a bit, jolting a bit from the chill that ran down his leg. It would eventually turn off, it was just programmed like that, but it made his heart race and it gave a heavy dose of pleasant control.
The other soon hesitantly joined him, dipping the hay ever so slightly as Leonard rested his head on top of folded arms and his legs crossed. Crickets chirped pleasantly outside the barn, autumn air brushing against the heavy parka. Luckily, Barry was wearing what seemed to be a warm enough jacket, a scarf joining it, so the criminal didn't pay much mind.
"..G'night Barry," His words slurred rather lullingly, not catching the other's quiet chuckle.
"Goodnight Leonard. See you in the morning." Barry replied.
"Hmm, counting on you to not leave or then I'll really have to shoot you.."
This time an audible snort echoed in the desolate barn, his eyes weighing down and his breathing even and deep. He heard the other shift to his side, the alcohol beating through his veins and scraping cold numbing his fingers. His heartbeat echoed in his ears and his eyes, heavy as they were, shutting closed as the cold criminal drifted off to light slumber. This Barry kid was interesting, who knows what might come out of this?
Maybe this night wasn't as bad as he had thought it was.